Skip to main content

Old Wounds Heal



There was this annoying bump that I had on my skin that took the longest to heal. Just when I thought it was healed, I would wake up with more inflammation. Finally, after a couple of  weeks, it began to scab over. Me, because it was slightly distracting to me, pealed the scab off only to discover, I interrupted the healing process. It is then that I realized what happens when hurts don't heal properly. The hurt, if unaddressed, will develop a scab, but the wound never heals completely. At any moment something can trigger that wound to reopen and expose what's underneath. 

I began to notice some of my own wounds that, over the years, had developed a scab, but were still raw underneath. I noticed that in my attempt to soothe my emotional wounds over with surface level smiles, hellos, and fake giggles; the hurt and resentment were brewing underneath and where, like that bump that kept getting inflamed, began inflaming my interactions with the ones that had hurt me in one way or another.  

So, how can one begin the healing process? I thought, you'd never ask. First, admit that you were hurt and identify how the hurt impacted you. For example, I had to go to my loved one and have a conversation about the incident and explain how I perceived their actions. Now, this process can go several ways, the person(s) can accept responsibility, not take responsibility for their actions, or they can become defensive and/or shut down. Either way, you are not responsible for how they respond, but you are only responsible for your delivery. This process is not a blame game; therefore, going to them telling them how horrible of a person they were and blaming them for it all is not the proper way to handle it. The key thing to do is express how you feel and take responsibility for your part of the matter. This could be something as simple as stating, "I take full responsibility for not coming to you when it happened and being distant" (if this applies to your situation). 

I wish I could say that the relationship that was damaged, would somehow be restored and your wound instantly healed, but that's not entirely true. Like all wounds, physical and emotional, it will heal over time. Your healing may look different from the next person. Fortunately, for some of my old wounds, I was able to rebuild the relationship, but in a healthy manner. For others, I had to accept that I took responsibility for my part and could move on (with or without the person's forgiveness). 


Often learning to forgive ourselves is the hardest. Guilt has a way of picking at wounds and making the wounds worse, so finding a way of letting go of the past and forgiving yourself for your failures are also key to healing. If you're having a hard time with this process; whether healing old wounds, forgiveness, or guilt, it is important that you seek professional help such as a mental
health provider or spiritual counsel, for example. Wherever this post finds you in your healing journey, there is hope! It is absolutely a hard journey, but it is so worthwhile in the end. After a while, the scab will fall off, leaving only a small scar. Like me, you can use that scar to encourage someone that may need to heal. 

Blessings and Peace,



Comments

Popular posts from this blog

how I began healing from past traumas

Hey friend.  Over the years many sexual assault and pedophile allegations have been exposed in the entertainment and political arenas, I had to pause to tell my own story; to validate my own injustices, and to stand in my own truth.  The very first time I can remember being violated was at the age of 12 when my mother’s boyfriend felt that it was ok to touch me inappropriately.   I was raped again at the age of 14 when I was passed out drunk and woke up screaming, “STOP!!!" The next time was statutory rape.. Years later,  I was date raped by a person that I thought loved me.   the guy knew I was underaged and lied to me about his age.. Years after, I thought I'd met the love of my life.  He was trustworthy, consistent, attentive, and protective.... a little too protective at times.  I was so broken and wanting of love that I attributed his stalking behaviors as him loving me and wanting to be every where I was...ALL THE TIME! Yeah... I was underaged when that relatio

A Crown of Life

Today began like any other day, I dreaded getting out the bed (I'm not into early morning routines), but I had to go to work! No, I don't clock in at a normal nine to five, but more like an extended shift, day end and day out, being a mom. After dropping my son off at basketball workouts, I was determined to make it to water aerobics ON TIME! In the middle of water aerobics, the pool was bombarded with some life guard trainees and a loud, I mean, very loud instructor! Well, let me just tell you, my once pleasant workout began taking an alternate route as I carefully began studying the actions of the drill sergeant, I mean, instructor. He highlighted every mishap of the trainees and they moved at every command like soldiers marching in battle. It didn't take me long to realize that he was well respected. Just then, he made a profound statement:  "If you do not finish this task, it will never be because you do not have the ability, it will simply be becaus

Success Knows No Color

In light of the picture that’s floating around social media of the lack of race representation of the White House interns, I feel the need to address my concerns. As I was driving to a meeting today, I saw a group of middle-aged White men dressed in business casual attire and standing partially in the road as they worked on a project by a well-known phone company, that shall remain unknown. Nothing was unusual about this encounter; yet, I was bothered because NOTHING was unusual.   Issues with diversity in the workplace and academic platforms, have been a topic of conversation for many years.  I admit, it speaks to a larger problem that’s not entirely a race problem. No friends, I am not  saying that our society does not have a problem with race... I'm simply saying that this particular issue is not just about race.   As I passed by the men this morning, one thing came to my mind..SUCCESS SEES NO COLOR. The lack of diversity, on one hand could be accredited to stereoty